Autumn

I will make you a pillow of leaves - 
Leaves yellow and red
Fallen from trees that are dreams
Imprisonéd.

A long silent lane. A sweet singer
Singing over the dead
We walk as the veil is drawn closer
Over each head

Mystical Autumn - Fulfilment - 
Mother of Bread
Young laughter that carrys old age
Vanquishéd.

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